Tadeusz Józefowicz i Janusz Dan mieszkają na osiedlu Lotników pod numerami 19 i 21 w Ochajo - podkrakowskiej dzielni. Polska parodia z akcją na blokowisku. Beton, dresy, cebula i skarpetki do kubotów. Opowiadanie zawiera pełne zdania i poprawną polszczyznę. Inspirowane postem z grupy Skeleton Clique o platynowej płycie dla Top i memami w komentarzach. #3 parodia - 27.11.2018 💛 #1 parodia - 28.30.2019 💛

Some fluffy Frerard oneshots and occasional smut I promise the more recent stories are a lot better than the first ones.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

Frerard 30-Day Smut Challenge quite self-explainatory.. i promised myself i wouldnt start these, but hey, here i am. if you know me, you know they arent gonna be posted daily, but hopefully you'll like them!! vote,comment, check out my other stories, and enjoy!! i send love and shitty smut, -blue

Kościół Franka Dżizasa dla obłąkanych Killjoysów Biuro parafialne otwarte: cały czas liczba słów: 26757 [NAPISANE TYLKO I WYŁĄCZNIE DLA ZABAWY I POŚMIANIA SIĘ, NIE BIERZCIE TEGO NA POWAŻNIE]

"Serce, które będzie bić jak bass dla jego laleczki" Louis Tomlinson, hybryda mówiąca w trzeciej osobie, był odizolowany od świata odkąd jego matka, alkoholiczka zostawiła go w domu aukcyjnym, kiedy miał cztery lata. Bycie wykorzystywanym prawie codziennie przez pracowników było dla Louisa rutyną. Przez lata Louis marzył o perfekcyjnym dominancie, który przyszedłby i go kupił. Ale wiedział, że szanse są nikłe. Nikt się nim nie interesował kiedy był młodym chłopcem, a kiedy urósł, oni doszli do wniosku, że jest tutaj tak długo przez to, że jest okropnym uległym. Kiedy Louis skończył osiemnaście lat, prawie porzucił swoje marzenia o znalezieniu dobrego dominanta. Tak jest dopóki Harry Styles, sławny aktor, przychodzi i go kupuje. Teraz Louis jest odsłonięty do tego całego świata pełnego rzeczy, których on nie rozumie. Oczywiście ma Harry'ego, który pomoże mu przejść przez te dezorientujące rzeczy. Ale posiadanie wysoko niedouczonej hybrydy jest tak łatwe jak Harry myślał, że będzie. autor: @hiccupslouis tłumaczenie: @voiceofzayne okładka: @ashevsx zgoda jest. wszelkie prawa zastrzeżone.

Every single one of Frank's exes only wanted him for his money. After his last breakup he swore off dating completely, deciding instead to have more promiscuous, non-commital relationships. The classy sex club Inferno was his favorite, especially after he meets G, a red-haired stripper with a fine ass and a tongue like silver. When their meet-ups become more and more about genuine companionship and less about sex, the tables turn on the both of them, changing their lives completely. *rated mature for strong language, abuse (verbal/physical), sexual content (innuendos, legit sex, kinks), drug/alcohol use/abuse, & other explicit content* **somewhat inspired by the song Poison by Groove Coverage**

Vegas, great place, nice weekend in the world famous Las Vegas, what more could you want? Frank plans to spend a busy weekend away in Las Vegas, gambling, drinking and getting laid. Easy really, gamble, get pissed, get laid. One thing everyone forgot to tell him, it's easy to get carried away. The biggest rule: Don't drink too much, you might land a little more than your bargined for; like a husband? Marriage turns out to be a lot harder to end than Frank had thought - his parents had done it pretty easily - especially when his husband wants to avoid divorce at all costs. Everything he once knew is changed when he's married to an artist, two people really couldn't be quite as different. But is being different a bad thing? Is being married as bad as Frank had originally thought? Possible smut, probable trigger warnings and drug abuse, definite alcoholism.